Seeing Xiao Yi's comfortable life, other people in the base couldn't help but express envy. In the hustle and bustle of the base, people's eyes are often unconsciously attracted to Xiao Yi. When he was playing games leisurely in the afternoon sun, with an unrestrained smile on his face, people passing by couldn't help but stop, with a glint of yearning in their eyes. Those who were busy and tired for survival always had tense shoulders, and their eyes revealed fatigue and worry. Seeing Xiao Yi's relaxed and happy appearance, they seemed to see the state of life that they had longed for in their hearts but could not reach. When Xiao Yi ran in the afterglow of the evening, his clothes were soaked with sweat, but his steps were still vigorous and full of energy. Those working nearby would straighten their backs, their tools stilled, their eyes following his figure, muttering to themselves, "If only I could run freely like this." In the cafeteria, as Xiao Yi contentedly enjoyed his simple meal, his face beaming with happiness, those around him would secretly cast envious glances at him as they swallowed their dry food. They imagined themselves, like Xiao Yi, finding satisfaction and joy in ordinary food. Children, observing Xiao Yi's ease while playing, would pause their games and stare at him with wide eyes, their eyes filled with curiosity and longing. They longed for such carefree times when they grew up. Even the usually solemn and rigid elders, observing Xiao Yi's carefree life, would inadvertently let a glimpse of envy slip upon them. They recalled the dreams and aspirations of their own youth, lamenting the fleeting passage of time and the helplessness of life. Everyone at the base saw in Xiao Yi a lifestyle they longed for, yet found so elusive. This envy is not only a yearning for his relaxed state, but also a desire for an inner world of freedom, tranquility and satisfaction.
In this world shrouded in uncertainty, Xiao Yi's sense of security is all the more precious. The world seems shrouded in a thick haze, and every corner is filled with the fear and anxiety of the unknown. The shadow of disaster lingers like a ghost, poised to extend its ferocious claws at any moment and shatter people's fragile lives. Resource scarcity, like a relentless curse, transforms survival into a brutal scramble. Social order is crumbling, moral boundaries are constantly challenged in despair, and trust has become as elusive as a precious treasure. People grope in the darkness, their hearts consumed by anxiety and confusion. Every day could be a countdown to doomsday, every decision a matter of life and death. In such a world, security has become an unattainable luxury, a beauty that countless people dare not even dream of. Yet, Xiao Yi possesses this rare security. His life is like a tranquil island amidst the raging storm, offering him a moment of respite and peace. His daily routine is regular, with no sudden dangers or unexpected events to disrupt his rhythm. He could dine quietly under the warm light, without fearing his food would be snatched away at any moment. He could sleep soundly in a comfortable bed, without the fear of being awakened by disaster. While his work had its challenges, it was at least predictable and manageable, preventing him from falling into an inescapable situation. This stability allowed him to maintain inner peace, free from the external chaos. He could calmly reflect and plan his future, rather than blindly scrambling in panic like others. He could have his own leisure time, pursue his passions, and savor the little pleasures of life. In this turbulent world, Xiao Yi's stability became a symbol, a beacon of hope. Seeing him, those who saw a glimmer of possibility in the darkness, a glimmer of meaning in persevering amidst despair. The value of this stability lies not only in the comfort and tranquility it brings, but also in the courage and faith it gives people to persevere, allowing them to believe that, amidst this desolate land, it is still possible to find their own oasis.
"I wish I could be like him," people whispered. In the corners of the base, during breaks from work, around the evening campfire, such longing often escaped their lips. Those who toiled in the fields, ever fearing natural or man-made disasters would wipe out the fruits of their labor, whispered, "I wish I could be like him." They gazed at Xiao Yi's relaxed figure, their eyes filled with envy. They imagined themselves free from the daily anxiety of a few shriveled grains of rice, finding inner peace and stability. Workers, their hands stained with grease and rust, leaned against the wall, panting, and muttering wearily, "I wish I could be like him." They gazed at their rough, cracked palms, thinking of Xiao Yi's regular yet relaxed life, and a surge of yearning welled up in their hearts. They longed for a moment of leisure, to experience the warmth and beauty of life beyond the mechanical toil. As the patrolling guards trudged back to their quarters after a long, tense night, they couldn't help but confide in each other, "I wish I could be like him." They envied Xiao Yi's ability to remain calm and composed in the face of danger, unlike themselves, who constantly endured each difficult moment in fear and anxiety. Women, mending their families' worn-out clothing, would often glance out the window and sigh softly, "I wish I could be like him." They longed to be like Xiao Yi, free from the constant worry of worrying about their families' food and clothing, to have some time and space to themselves. Children would occasionally pause from their play, their eyes twinkling with longing, and whisper, "I wish I could be like him." They longed for Xiao Yi's carefree life, free from fear, free from hunger, and filled with simple, pure joy. These private conversations, tinged with deep longing and helplessness, resonated endlessly in the hearts of the people. They knew that their lives were full of hardships and uncertainties, but Xiao Yi's existence was like a distant beam of light, allowing them to see a glimmer of hope in the darkness, and making them more determined to believe that perhaps one day they would also have such precious stability.
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